The Airplane Graveyard

The Airplane Graveyard

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Biography

Formed after a grueling camping expedition into the deserts of Mexico, songwriter Alexander Sands joined forces with the hometown Pittsburgh talent of Chris, Nate, and Mark, and added the blistering guitar work of Chicago's Joe Darnaby during a Labor Day recording session. A second session in late October 2007 proved equally fruitful, and release of "The Iron Heel"- a song about life post-apocalypse- is due shortly.
The band has plans to continue recording throughout the winter, and officially launch the band as a live act beginning February 8th, 2008.

Lyrics

Four Mile House

Written By: Alexander Sands

Won't you look into my eyes, and not down at your feet?
What is that you're searching for,
what is that you seek?
Can I get the length of just a cigerette to speak,
I came around this time for much more than trick or treat...

My fingers trace the mortar lines,
The plans were drawn all wrong-
I couldn't find the back door cause' her house, was-a- four miles long

Now your voice comes through the phone like the crakle of a clove,
Alphabetical soup babe, boiled over upon my stove
And I should have listened to your words, when you like Allan Poe,
Told me for the first time: "nevermore you'll neverknow"
Never more you'll never know,
nevermore you'll never know,
nevermore you'll never know
nevermore you'll never know...

My fingers trace the mortar lines-
The plans were drawn all wrong
I couldn't find the back door cause'
her house, was-a- four miles long

So enjoy walkin' down that street I've walked a million times before,
Fully furnished, like a queen, and still you're cryin' out for more
I think that you've given me something for which I've found no cure-
I'll be sure to write it back to you, should I ever get in your door

My fingers trace the mortar lines
I might of wound up in Hong Kong,
I couldn't find the back door cause'
her house.... was-a- four miles long

American Hotel no. 2

Written By: Alexander Sands

You say you've got a solution
To all the world's got to hold
I say let's forget the future-
Let's live the day and let it be bold

Why don't you feel my needs,
And make them your own?
Maybe I won't always be alone.
I'm on my knees, beggin' you please,
Help me off this worn out road

You say you'll walk beside me,
Through all heaven and hell
But you left me down and running-
From the moment I stumbled and fell

Why don't you feel my needs,
and make them your own?
Maybe I won't always be alone
I'm on my knees, beggin' you please,
Help me off this endless road

You say you've found the answer,
To life's greatest unrest
So don't ask me any of your stupid questions,
And I won't have to give you my best-
Let the pain sink in- get it under your skin...
I think I've found my own solution but it'll have to wait- til' I come back again

Why don't you take my hurt,
And make it your own?
Then you'll know what it's like to be alone
I'm off my knees, tellin' you please-
Help yourself and hit the road

Discography

In the works

Set List

Four Mile House
On the Road to Wexford
Evening Song
The Iron Heel
Prisoners of War
Goin' Home
American Hotel no. 2 (extended version)